I dreamt Nemo caught a bird last night. I was walking out into our courtyard and saw a little wren just ahead of him, standing in the grass; he didn't see the bird and the bird didn't see him, and when they met...Nemo took the bird in his mouth. Nemo turned towards me with that guilty little look he used to have, not making eye contact, sort of noncommittal and feigning innocence, like "nothing's going on over here folks, let's just keep moving it along." That's all I remember, but it was fun seeing him again.
Too much going on to fully capture it all but we're just in from a lovely evening with friends thinking about all the amazing people we have reconnected with, folks we have history with, new friends we're excited about, and Tennessee friends we've lured to paradise. Yesterday, we drove out to Santa Anna, near Patz, to see Artemio and Silvia's new house/studio project—an awesome adobe brick structure on a nice plot of land overlooking Lake Patzcuaro. And we had a beautiful meal at their friends Veronica and Patrick's next door overlooking the mountains and the rains coming in. So much good food, wine, bread, and conversation about art, life, and dogs. And hammocks. Vero wowed us with her spectacular ceramic figures and a demonstration of her beautiful technique, then Patrick concerned me with his improbable homemade muzzleloading shotgun held together with a zip tie and a couple of nails. And later, his great marionette-like ceramic figures. Anne, Dave, Marcia, Bob and Rosa...an afternoon to remember and Guinness got to run, run, run.
